Once life becomes a routine, it is necessary to give into spontaneous urges and to embrace the little things in life that distinguish each day. My spring semester has been well underway and I finally have a routine (that means no more second glances at my schedule to make sure I have arrived at the right building at the right time, knowing the perfect time to grab a coffee, where the water refill stations are, and (hopefully) more time to blog). Weekends are what keep me sane, and last weekend will be one of those that stand out amongst the rest. It was not noticeably out of the ordinary (except for the Color Run – that does not happen every weekend, unfortunately) but it was perfect. The Color Run was an absolute blast and if you have not participated in one yet, I highly recommend you register. That is, if you don’t mind having blue snot for two days. But regardless, it was such a fun experience! My friend, Kelli, and I skipped through most of it – literally.

That night I saw an acoustic session of Augustana at the Troubadour, which was brilliantly amazing. Dan Layus is so talented and sings with passion and grace. He taps his foot to the beat of the music, sounding almost like a lone-tapping drummer, and it is visibly apparent that the music he plays is emitted from his every fiber. He can feel the music, he can feel the slight shifts of a down stroke, and lets it radiate through him entirely. Beautiful, beautiful show.

The next morning, I slept in for the first time in what felt like ages and woke to eggs and potatoes made by my man (+ ketchup: don’t judge). I love that man. And I love that he took me to Angel’s Knoll Park to sit and talk before we headed to my house for a Super Bowl party. We sat and laughed and talked as cotton flew all around us from the trees. He even sketched a bit and as usual, added a fire-breathing Godzilla.

It has been very rainy this winter at home, which is a huge bummer when you are in such a beautiful place. When the rain comes and the wind blows, the beach is cold and hikes just unbearable! This forces everyone to stay indoors, grab a blanket, and watch a movie. After two movies I got restless and went out to lunch with my friend, Travis, who told me that he had purchased a glass cutter and had been experimenting with making drinking glasses out of beer bottles. I had to try this, so we did. An hour later and we had a little collection to be proud of!